The rise of the poor

Chapter 603 Whose Green Words ([-])

The nineteenth moon is eight cents round, as bright and clear as Xizi's bright eyes, and the halo of the moon seems to be hazy like a thousand kinds of coquettishness, and the moonlight sprinkles on the world like smoke and mist.

Yuan Wei stood in front of the table with a pen in his hand, and the moonlight fell on him through the window.As if being favored by the moonlight, a layer of moonlight was hazy.

For a moment, I feel that Yuan Wei is a talented man who came out of ink and landscape painting.

A humble gentleman, a jade tree facing the wind.

提笔
Dip in three parts of moonlight and seven parts of ink.

When the pen is written, it is like Chang'e flying to the moon, dancing like a frightened bird, and giving birth to lotuses every step of the way. In an instant, a green poem is presented on the paper:

The Holy Son of Heaven has been on the throne for [-] years, and he has ruled the common people in an orderly manner, and harmonized the people.

Fu Yixing plastic orders, the sky is clear, there are five-color clouds, embracing the sun, shining gorgeously, like a Taoist ascending to an immortal for a long time, which is the reason of the tiger's prestige.Dedicate yourself to repay the king; loyalty is fierce, and there is no heart.Invading the years, repaying the universe, the soul of the hero is not dead, even though he is dead, he is still alive, he can be famous in the world and serve in the heaven.

Looking forward to offering a lesson of kindness, I only recommend cleanness and sincerity, and I pray for the blessings, and I also pray for the light of the lotus seat in the Baolin, to popularize the spring music, to change the fire into a clear source, and to return to the salvation.Ministers and others have limited vigor, but infinite grief.

After writing the last word "poor", Yuan Wei's mouth also burst into a smile, confident and confident.

When Yuan Wei was writing Qing Ci, everyone surrounded him. When Yuan Wei started to write, everyone nodded and praised Yuan Wei for his good handwriting, excellent calligraphy, etc.; but when Yuan Wei finished writing , The value house was quiet for a few seconds, only the sound of Yuan Wei placing the brush on the pen stand.

Like a phoenix falling into the woods, all the birds were overwhelmed by her aura and did not dare to make a sound.

After a few seconds, everyone came back to their senses from Yuan Wei's green words.

"It's such a 'heroic soul is not gone, even though death is still alive', such a 'Limited essence, infinite sorrow', the skill of Maozhong's Qing Ci is really embarrassing."

"Well, 'although dead is still alive', these four characters are really perfect."

"You can be famous in the world and serve in the heaven. Such a sentence should be a lot of relief to the Holy One. Master Yuan really deserves to be a talented scholar in the Imperial Academy."

"As soon as this article came out, people had to be convinced. The young people nowadays are really amazing."

"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the new generation is better than the old ones. This time, I think it must be the family of Hualuo Maozhong."

In the hut, the sound of praise was endless, and Yuan Wei was overwhelmed by the praise. Hearing the praises of the adults who were more powerful than himself, Yuan Wei was drunk like a catty of soju.

"Well, you Yuan Maozhong, you still say that your writing is mediocre. If your article is mediocre, then we won't be able to do it." An official who is familiar with Yuan Wei stepped forward and pushed him down with his arm. Yuan Wei praised in a tone of blame.

"Where is there, where is there"

Yuan Wei smiled and waved his hands again and again, with a very humble face, as if he was not complacent at all because of everyone's praise.

"Maozhong, well written." Yan Song smiled, patted Yuan Wei on the shoulder, and praised Yuan Wei's youthful Ci.

Yan Song just nodded with a gentle smile for the few green poems just now, and only this green poem by Yuan Wei was praised by Yan Song.

"Elder Ge has promoted me to be an official, I am ashamed to be an official."

Yuan Wei looked overwhelmed, and saluted Yan Song respectfully, his waist bent very hard, as if he had practiced Jiu-Jitsu.

A unique honor.

For Yan Song's compliment, Yuan Wei was very proud, and when he stood up, the joy on his face was beyond words.

After Yuan Wei, Qing Ci was released one after another.

With the announcement of everyone's green words, the atmosphere in the value hut became more and more fiery, and there was no sign that the night was quiet.

Xu Jie is a good old man. Although no one mentioned his Qingci, whenever someone publishes Qingci, he looks at their Qingci with admiring eyes, and comments on the content of their Qingci, Never skimp on his compliments.

Of course, most of the time, Xu Jie stood beside Yan Song, echoing a few words from time to time when Yan Song commented.Seeing Xu Jie being so knowledgeable, Yan Song would nod his head and respond with a gentle smile in most cases, with a friendly look, the relationship between the two has long since ended the previous struggle, and a new chapter has been opened.

Indeed, in the past few months, Xu Jie has often visited the house, never empty-handed every time, and always lowered his figure in front of Yan Song, had different political views, and did not argue with Yan Song, and followed Yan Song's lead.Yan Song's son Yan Shifan sneered at Xu Jie who came to the door, Xu Jie was not angry, but greeted him with a smile, and wanted to marry his niece to Yan Shifan as a concubine.

After entering the cabinet, Xu Jie was even more submissive to Yan Song, and had no intention of fighting, and Yan Song's position in the cabinet was even more stable.

Over time, Yan Song gradually relaxed his guard against Xu Jie.

The two of them were in harmony, and the atmosphere in the hut was getting better and better. One after another, the poems were published, and there were waves of praise.

And amidst the praise, the owner of Qing Ci is even more confident, especially Yuan Wei, who is even more confident after reading everyone's Qing Ci.

blah blah blah

A burst of fine footsteps sounded outside the duty hut.

"The Holy Majesty's valet is here."

After an official found out, he informed everyone, and soon all the ministers found out, and all turned their eyes to the door.

The significance of the Holy Majesty's close attendant coming at this time is self-evident.

really
A gorgeously dressed young eunuch led several young eunuchs in, holding a folded bright yellow note in both hands respectfully.

Seeing the note is like seeing the Holy Spirit.

Under the leadership of Yan Song, the ministers on duty stood up and saluted the note in the little eunuch's hand.

After the servant who passed the note left, the note fell into the old hands of Yan Song and Yan Pavilion.Everyone looked at the note with burning eyes, without blinking.

The servant said it just now, and the Holy One was overjoyed after reading Qing's words.

Therefore, everyone is eyeing this note from the Holy Majesty, hoping that this honor will fall on their heads.

Seeing that everyone was looking at the note in his hand eagerly, Yan Song smiled "hehe", handed the note in his hand to Yuan Wei, who had a long neck, and said with a smile, "Then there is Lao Maozhong, here is Let's read it."

"Ah, sir."

Looking at the note in his hand, Yuan Wei's face flushed with excitement, and he wanted to say something modest.

"Read it quickly, Master Yuan."

"Maozhong, read quickly, don't waste time."

Under the urging of everyone, Yuan Wei slowly opened the note in his hand, and lowered his gaze excitedly and expectantly.

Uh.
Just one glance, Yuan Wei's face turned from red to white, the hand holding the note trembled, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his eyes widened.

"What's going on here?"

"Excited like this? Hey, it seems that Yuan Wei is undoubtedly what the Holy One prefers. Look at how excited he is."

"Why are you illiterate, but read."

"Maozhong, read."

Everyone urged up one after another.

"Forget it, let me read it." A hasty official took the note from Yuan Wei's hand.

Everyone also looked at him expectantly.

This irritable official unfolded the note and was about to read it, then opened his mouth as if he had choked, he let out a snort, his eyes widened, he rubbed it, and took another look, he was a little surprised and unbelievable He glanced at Xu Jie.

Then, under the expectant eyes of everyone, he coughed and read out slowly, "If you don't sing, you will be a blockbuster. Xu Jie has a heart."

"Congratulations, Mr. Xu." After the official finished reading, he cupped his hands and thanked Xu Jie.

isn't it?
It turned out to be Xu Jie?
The Holy Majesty actually prefers Xu Jie?

Everyone was taken aback and looked at Xu Jie dumbfounded, and then congratulated Xu Jie one after another.

In addition to congratulations, I am even more curious about how outstanding Xu Jie's Qing Ci has been praised by the Holy One.

Finally, under the curious eyes of everyone, Xu Jie's Qing Ci appeared in front of everyone.

"Turn a tiger into a dragon!"

"Turn a tiger into a dragon and return to heaven"

"Master Xu actually thought of turning a tiger into a dragon and returning to heaven"

After everyone saw Xu Jieqing's Ci, they were amazed at the sentence "turning a tiger into a dragon" in Xu Jieqing's Ci, and their hearts were like a mirror. Xu Jie's Qing Ci won this sentence.

It is also because of this sentence that Xu Jie's Qingci is different and stands out.

Everyone is mourning.

Even Yuan Wei is still alive despite his death.

die die die.
Only Xu Jie was different. He sang a high-spirited and inspirational hymn against the tradition of mourning for all sacrifices.

The full text does not mention a dead word.

General Huwei, he didn't die, he just turned a tiger into a dragon and returned to the heaven. Why are you sad, but happy.

In addition, there is another layer of hidden meaning.

The so-called chicken and dog ascend to heaven when one person attains the Tao, and a cat beside the emperor ascends to the heaven. Isn't it predestined for the emperor to become an immortal after attaining the Tao?

"The praise from all the ministers makes Xu feel a little ashamed. There is only this sentence in the whole poem, which was not written by Xu."

Hearing everyone's praise, Xu Jie shook his head with a smile, and drew a horizontal line under "Turning a tiger into a dragon" with a brush.

"what?"

"Who is so spiritual?"

When everyone heard this, they were dumbfounded and surprised.

"My student, Zhu Zihou." Xu Jie said slowly amidst everyone's astonishment.

"Ah? It's him!"

"Zhu Ping'an, the number one scholar? He can also write Qingci?"

Everyone was even more surprised, it was incredible, this Qingci was not just a fuss, it was much more difficult than the stereotyped essays in the Four Books and Five Classics, I didn't expect Zhu Pingan to write Qingci, and it was so spiritual.Doesn't that mean that in a short time, there will be an extra seat in this hut!

Zhu Ping'an, it turned out to be Zhu Ping'an and Yuan Wei clenched their palms tightly, their face gloomy and terrifying.

Yan Song stroked his beard and nodded, then smiled and said to Xu Jie, "Hehe, this sentence is indeed the finishing touch, but if there is no dragon, how can the finishing touch come from. Master Xu, your Qingci is getting better and better Now, if we have time, we can talk to each other."

"I can't wish for it. Jie just happens to have a lot of questions and wants to ask you." Xu Jie leaned over and smiled slightly.

(End of this chapter)